On the edge of the oasis’ waters sits a youth of indeterminate age, wearing a white silk toga detailed with patterns and flourishes of gold. His hair falls down around his head in rich, dark brown curls. Wearing golden bracelets and anklets on each limb, as well as a similar gold necklace, his form almost shimmers in the sunlight. The upper half of his face is covered by a white veil, but a smile full of perfect teeth is visible. His skin is dark and tanned, with not a single blemish, scar, or imperfection.
He’s feeding a flock of birds breadcrumbs.
The drow woman walks up. "Hey, do you have any idea what this place is?"
He lazily looks up. “What was it called again?… oh, yeah, the Siren’s oasis, lovely place.”
He turns around, dispersing the nearby flock of birds, and reaching down and touching the edge of the water. Golden flecks of light dance beneath the surface around his hand, illuminating the waters below.
"Where in the world is the 'Siren's Oasis', then?" She seems irritated by his response somehow.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
On the edge of the oasis’ waters sits a youth of indeterminate age, wearing a white silk toga detailed with patterns and flourishes of gold. His hair falls down around his head in rich, dark brown curls. Wearing golden bracelets and anklets on each limb, as well as a similar gold necklace, his form almost shimmers in the sunlight. The upper half of his face is covered by a white veil, but a smile full of perfect teeth is visible. His skin is dark and tanned, with not a single blemish, scar, or imperfection.
He’s feeding a flock of birds breadcrumbs.
The drow woman walks up. "Hey, do you have any idea what this place is?"
He lazily looks up. “What was it called again?… oh, yeah, the Siren’s oasis, lovely place.”
He turns around, dispersing the nearby flock of birds, and reaching down and touching the edge of the water. Golden flecks of light dance beneath the surface around his hand, illuminating the waters below.
"Where in the world is the 'Siren's Oasis', then?" She seems irritated by his response somehow.
“Mm. Dunno. There’s a portal to the plane of water down there, but I don’t have a map on me. Got here through a fey crossing.” He grins. “You alright?”
he gets a bit closer to the water, stepping in.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
On the edge of the oasis’ waters sits a youth of indeterminate age, wearing a white silk toga detailed with patterns and flourishes of gold. His hair falls down around his head in rich, dark brown curls. Wearing golden bracelets and anklets on each limb, as well as a similar gold necklace, his form almost shimmers in the sunlight. The upper half of his face is covered by a white veil, but a smile full of perfect teeth is visible. His skin is dark and tanned, with not a single blemish, scar, or imperfection.
He’s feeding a flock of birds breadcrumbs.
The drow woman walks up. "Hey, do you have any idea what this place is?"
He lazily looks up. “What was it called again?… oh, yeah, the Siren’s oasis, lovely place.”
He turns around, dispersing the nearby flock of birds, and reaching down and touching the edge of the water. Golden flecks of light dance beneath the surface around his hand, illuminating the waters below.
"Where in the world is the 'Siren's Oasis', then?" She seems irritated by his response somehow.
“Mm. Dunno. There’s a portal to the plane of water down there, but I don’t have a map on me. Got here through a fey crossing.” He grins. “You alright?”
he gets a bit closer to the water, stepping in.
"No, I'm not alright. I'm supposed to be stealing a precious scroll from a dragon turtle's lair! That [GP]ing teleportation spell sent me to the wrong place!"
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
*trying to decide between committing to this or just watching in silence.*
*Sidon my king*
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
Zaahir Is wandering the bazzar, trying to find a place big enough to set up shop
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Zaahir Is wandering the bazzar, trying to find a place big enough to set up shop
*Is he possibly an airbender?*
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
Zaahir Is wandering the bazzar, trying to find a place big enough to set up shop
*Is he possibly an airbender?*
*nope. desert cyclopes*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*This character is based on many things, but think of Gabriel from Ultrakill.*
A large paladin, dressed head to toe in thick red gilded plate armor, steps out of the water as if he had emerged from the trenches of the very bottom of the waters. He picks up the hem of his water-logged cloak and hums a low note, the cloth instantly becoming dry as radiant energy dances around on motes. His helm covers his whole face like a mask, a cross on the front delicately carved into the gold metal. His hooded head is covered from the beating sun, the red fabric stitched with beautiful depictions of angels falling to hell. He strides across the ground, heavy metal-clad feet moving quickly despite his size.
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
Stumbling into the oasis is a small person, a few feet tall, with sharp ears and bright blue eyes. Their skin has hints of blue flecks, and their veins, which are incredibly common, are a deep storm blue. Their hair is blonde and tied into a short ponytail, wavy and filled with curls, and their figure is lean and soft, their face feminine despite clearly passing as nonbinary. They wear a white tunic and brown pants, with a fancy blue vest covered in golden buttons over the tunic. They look incredibly thirsty, and the second they enter the oasis, they rush over to the pools of water surrounding it and start to gulp up water incredibly fast. They seem deep in thought as they lie on the ground, probably tired, and you notice blue stains all over their clothes and a cut on their forehead dripping with blue blood.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
*This character is based on many things, but think of Gabriel from Ultrakill.*
A large paladin, dressed head to toe in thick red gilded plate armor, steps out of the water as if he had emerged from the trenches of the very bottom of the waters. He picks up the hem of his water-logged cloak and hums a low note, the cloth instantly becoming dry as radiant energy dances around on motes. His helm covers his whole face like a mask, a cross on the front delicately carved into the gold metal. His hooded head is covered from the beating sun, the red fabric stitched with beautiful depictions of angels falling to hell. He strides across the ground, heavy metal-clad feet moving quickly despite his size.
He hears a whisper, an intimate sound wrapped in a sheath of static. Solaire, my beloved... Why do you fight my kindness? Must I wake and face you myself?
*This character is based on many things, but think of Gabriel from Ultrakill.*
A large paladin, dressed head to toe in thick red gilded plate armor, steps out of the water as if he had emerged from the trenches of the very bottom of the waters. He picks up the hem of his water-logged cloak and hums a low note, the cloth instantly becoming dry as radiant energy dances around on motes. His helm covers his whole face like a mask, a cross on the front delicately carved into the gold metal. His hooded head is covered from the beating sun, the red fabric stitched with beautiful depictions of angels falling to hell. He strides across the ground, heavy metal-clad feet moving quickly despite his size.
He hears a whisper, an intimate sound wrapped in a sheath of static. Solaire, my beloved... Why do you fight my kindness? Must I wake and face you myself?
...
...I want to dance. But I can't bear to stand.
Where are you?
It looks around, as if searching for the voice. He hums lowly again, his mind a muffled thing of sounds of noises. He places his hand over his masked face, thinking.
Stumbling into the oasis is a small person, a few feet tall, with sharp ears and bright blue eyes. Their skin has hints of blue flecks, and their veins, which are incredibly common, are a deep storm blue. Their hair is blonde and tied into a short ponytail, wavy and filled with curls, and their figure is lean and soft, their face feminine despite clearly passing as nonbinary. They wear a white tunic and brown pants, with a fancy blue vest covered in golden buttons over the tunic. They look incredibly thirsty, and the second they enter the oasis, they rush over to the pools of water surrounding it and start to gulp up water incredibly fast. They seem deep in thought as they lie on the ground, probably tired, and you notice blue stains all over their clothes and a cut on their forehead dripping with blue blood.
They hear a murmur and a heartbeat, the swirling of currents around their head as if they were underwater. A tall, burnt man, dressed as a chef but with no lips or eyelids to speak of, approaches, manifesting from the wavering air. "You are strong. Don't let anyone tell you different." He holds out a hand, the fingers blackened and skeletal.
Stumbling into the oasis is a small person, a few feet tall, with sharp ears and bright blue eyes. Their skin has hints of blue flecks, and their veins, which are incredibly common, are a deep storm blue. Their hair is blonde and tied into a short ponytail, wavy and filled with curls, and their figure is lean and soft, their face feminine despite clearly passing as nonbinary. They wear a white tunic and brown pants, with a fancy blue vest covered in golden buttons over the tunic. They look incredibly thirsty, and the second they enter the oasis, they rush over to the pools of water surrounding it and start to gulp up water incredibly fast. They seem deep in thought as they lie on the ground, probably tired, and you notice blue stains all over their clothes and a cut on their forehead dripping with blue blood.
They hear a murmur and a heartbeat, the swirling of currents around their head as if they were underwater. A tall, burnt man, dressed as a chef but with no lips or eyelids to speak of, approaches, manifesting from the wavering air. "You are strong. Don't let anyone tell you different." He holds out a hand, the fingers blackened and skeletal.
"Uh," They take a deep breath. "I-food-water... please... chef, right? Need more water..." They say, gulping up more and more. Their hair is getting wet, and more blood seems to pour from their face, out of their nose, forehead, scrapes... It looks like they might have a few broken bones as well. "Need the water... submerge... please please please..." They seem to be seeing things that aren't there, grasping at the air, occasionally gulping up dirt and sand instead of water.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
He hears a whisper, an intimate sound wrapped in a sheath of static. Solaire, my beloved... Why do you fight my kindness? Must I wake and face you myself?
...
...I want to dance. But I can't bear to stand.
Where are you?
It looks around, as if searching for the voice. He hums lowly again, his mind a muffled thing of sounds of noises. He places his hand over his masked face, thinking.
'Wake. Wake. Wake.'
You saw me buried in the sand... whispers the agender voice once more, as if replying. Sing me a song, secret hero mine... So that I may see you 'till first... and love you 'till last...
They hear a murmur and a heartbeat, the swirling of currents around their head as if they were underwater. A tall, burnt man, dressed as a chef but with no lips or eyelids to speak of, approaches, manifesting from the wavering air. "You are strong. Don't let anyone tell you different." He holds out a hand, the fingers blackened and skeletal.
"Uh," They take a deep breath. "I-food-water... please... chef, right? Need more water..." They say, gulping up more and more. Their hair is getting wet, and more blood seems to pour from their face, out of their nose, forehead, scrapes... It looks like they might have a few broken bones as well. "Need the water... submerge... please please please..." They seem to be seeing things that aren't there, grasping at the air, occasionally gulping up dirt and sand instead of water.
The burnt creature grabs the smaller being by the collar and lifts them up before holding them like a baby. He walks toward the water, slowly gaining speed, then runs directly into the oasis. The 'chef' doesn't let go, just standing on the bottom of the pool and staring down with those cold, white irises.
He hears a whisper, an intimate sound wrapped in a sheath of static. Solaire, my beloved... Why do you fight my kindness? Must I wake and face you myself?
...
...I want to dance. But I can't bear to stand.
Where are you?
It looks around, as if searching for the voice. He hums lowly again, his mind a muffled thing of sounds of noises. He places his hand over his masked face, thinking.
'Wake. Wake. Wake.'
You saw me buried in the sand... whispers the agender voice once more, as if replying. Sing me a song, secret hero mine... So that I may see you 'till first... and love you 'till last...
The low hum becomes a sorrowful song, high notes of mourning that fill the ears of anyone around. Both a song of grief and one of becoming anew.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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*Ganondorf, this looks a mite bit neato mosquito*
*I'm preparing a delicious character as we speak*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Where in the world is the 'Siren's Oasis', then?" She seems irritated by his response somehow.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"Shaw them no mercy."
“Mm. Dunno. There’s a portal to the plane of water down there, but I don’t have a map on me. Got here through a fey crossing.” He grins. “You alright?”
he gets a bit closer to the water, stepping in.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"No, I'm not alright. I'm supposed to be stealing a precious scroll from a dragon turtle's lair! That [GP]ing teleportation spell sent me to the wrong place!"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"Shaw them no mercy."
*trying to decide between committing to this or just watching in silence.*
*Sidon my king*
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-
PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
Zaahir Is wandering the bazzar, trying to find a place big enough to set up shop
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*Is he possibly an airbender?*
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-
PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
*I'm thinking about how to bring in a hungry ghost from the icy mountains.*
*I probably shouldn't worry too much about the logistics.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*nope. desert cyclopes*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/ general of the goose horde/ holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor/ king of madness / The FBI/ The Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Infinite Fractal/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*Link*
*This character is based on many things, but think of Gabriel from Ultrakill.*
A large paladin, dressed head to toe in thick red gilded plate armor, steps out of the water as if he had emerged from the trenches of the very bottom of the waters. He picks up the hem of his water-logged cloak and hums a low note, the cloth instantly becoming dry as radiant energy dances around on motes. His helm covers his whole face like a mask, a cross on the front delicately carved into the gold metal. His hooded head is covered from the beating sun, the red fabric stitched with beautiful depictions of angels falling to hell. He strides across the ground, heavy metal-clad feet moving quickly despite his size.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Someone with an oversized backpack, baggy pants, medium curled hair, a small hat, a scarf, goggles, a flowing shirt, a belt with pouches, and several other pouches is wandering around the desert, looking around with wide eyes.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The paladin watches before walking over. They raise their hands, signing in Common Sign Language, to them.
'Hello. Far from ministry. Where is here?'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
He hears a whisper, an intimate sound wrapped in a sheath of static. Solaire, my beloved... Why do you fight my kindness? Must I wake and face you myself?
...
...I want to dance. But I can't bear to stand.
Where are you?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It looks around, as if searching for the voice. He hums lowly again, his mind a muffled thing of sounds of noises. He places his hand over his masked face, thinking.
'Wake. Wake. Wake.'
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They hear a murmur and a heartbeat, the swirling of currents around their head as if they were underwater. A tall, burnt man, dressed as a chef but with no lips or eyelids to speak of, approaches, manifesting from the wavering air. "You are strong. Don't let anyone tell you different." He holds out a hand, the fingers blackened and skeletal.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Uh," They take a deep breath. "I-food-water... please... chef, right? Need more water..." They say, gulping up more and more. Their hair is getting wet, and more blood seems to pour from their face, out of their nose, forehead, scrapes... It looks like they might have a few broken bones as well. "Need the water... submerge... please please please..." They seem to be seeing things that aren't there, grasping at the air, occasionally gulping up dirt and sand instead of water.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
You saw me buried in the sand... whispers the agender voice once more, as if replying. Sing me a song, secret hero mine... So that I may see you 'till first... and love you 'till last...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The burnt creature grabs the smaller being by the collar and lifts them up before holding them like a baby. He walks toward the water, slowly gaining speed, then runs directly into the oasis. The 'chef' doesn't let go, just standing on the bottom of the pool and staring down with those cold, white irises.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The low hum becomes a sorrowful song, high notes of mourning that fill the ears of anyone around. Both a song of grief and one of becoming anew.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘